Okay then Skyrim fic time, after recently picking the game up again(And have a lot of fun with DLC's and Mods) I thought about doing this, basic premise four peeps get dropped into skyrim; the fic follows them as they try to survive in this new world, and discover new things about themselves, but we don't go straight into it, oh no that would be far too dull, we get this first, so enjoy! (note this will include no DLC content, but will include all weapons from the Elder Scroll universe, that's right we got Polearms and throwing weapons from Morrowind. Scimitars and Katana's from Oblivion, you name it we most likely got it!)

Skyrim Somewhere near Morthal

The snowy winds bellowed as the small group of mages made their way up the snow covered path.

"H-How you N-Nord stand this c-cold i-is beyond me" One of the Dark elves spoke.

"Quit your whining, unless you want a snow Troll to hear you" The nord in the group spoke purposely trying to scare the Dark Elf.

"D-Don't be ridiculous, there are no snow trolls in Hjaalmarch….are there?" The Nord sensing his little bluff was working decided to push it a little further.

"Well if you keep talking, you'll soon find out won't you"

"That's enough Yorick, Leave the poor girl alone" The Argonian spoke.

"Aw, you're no fun, Sha-Zai"

"This isn't exactly the best time to joke around Yorick, we aren't even supposed to be here!" The Dark Elf spoke.

"Oh come on Meris, there's no way the arch-mage knows we took her book" The Khajiit spoke.

"Speaking of which; how did you figure out the damned book, it's all written in the Dragon tongue" The Khajiit smiled.

"I have my ways, hush now we're almost there" they broke the top of the hill seeing, the old door way, with four stone statues standing before it.

"Well this is it, the ruins don't exactly have a name, but who knows what we might find in there" The Nord rushed on ahead and tried to force the door open.

"I-it's stuck, I can't get it open" The Argonian chuckled.

"Stand aside" He spoke conjuring a fire ball and flinging it at the door, however it reacted incredibly strangely, instead of exploding it seemingly absorbed the spell, and returned it as a bolt of lightning which struck the caster.

"Urk" the Argonian, fell back as the bolt hit him.

"Brem-Kal!" Meris ran to his side.

"You okay?"

"Fine, just a little singed" he spoke standing up, the Khajiit rubbed his chin.

"Clearly there is more than brute force behind getting into this tomb" He spoke examining the statues, one was an Orc, in a type of heavy armour that the Khajiit had never seen before, in one hand a Deadric axe, and a small crossbow in the other, the hand with the axe was held in a defensive position, close to his chest while the crossbow was out stretched although it was aimed slightly downwards, as if it was just pulling the crossbow up, the statues' face seemed concerned with a slight hint of anger. A strange keyhole was at the base of statue with an inscription in the Dragon tongue.

"When mind and body are one, the witch-hunters' goal becomes clear" the Khajiit was rather confused by this.

"Damn you ancients, making your puzzles so damned cryptic" he went to examine the other statues, one was of a dark elf wielding a long glaive in one hand pointed upwards, the other hand had lovingly chiselled lighting on it the lines of electricity seemed to leap from one finger to another seemingly alive. The Khajiit shook his head, looking back at the statue to see the lighting in his hand not moving, its armour seemed very intricate and well made. The statues face seemed rather smug, while at the same time rather stoic. Just like the statue of the Orc, a strange keyhole at the base of it with a cryptic inscription.

'With an ambitious gaze and a steady heart, are the schemes of the spell-sword unravelled'.

The other statues were the same, one was of a Nord, a Glass sword in one hand, and large Dwarven shield in the other, his face was ferocious, twisted into snarl, the blade was over his shoulder as if going for a large swing, the Nord was clad in what seemed to be steel plate armour. The inscription read

'Trust in Strength and maintain the honour of it, to understand the code of a Warrior'.

The last statue was of an Imperial, dressed in hooded armour making its face difficult to see although a large grin was prevalent being the only recognizable facial feature, in one hand it had a rather slender blade, held reversed the blade pointing outwards, in the other hand what seemed to be a glass dagger pointing forwards, as with the other three a strange key hole with an inscription.

'Hidden where shadow meets darkness, to find the thieves bounty, power in the light must first be attained'

The Khajiit kicked the snow in frustration, only to hit a rather solid object.

"OW!" he fell back rubbing his foot.

"What did you do Kad'rai?" Meris asked with a concerned tone

"Hit my foot, on…something" he leaned forward and brushed away the snow to find a plaque of some kind.

"Hey everyone, look at this, they all quickly gathered around.

"Um, that's great and all Kad, but unlike you we can't read dragon….so do you mind translating"

"It reads…Entombed here are the four…"

"The four…but…that's impossible, Nobody knew where the Four went after…."

The group glared at Yorick, who raised his hands mouthing 'Okay shutting up' Kad'rai returned to reading.

"The four who would be made legend, here they shall be forever at peace until….I can't read the rest, it's too worn" all looked at each other.

"T-This is amazing, we…we actually found the Tomb of the Four, this is incredible, just picture what treasures lie within its walls, why would the Arch-Mage keep this hidden?"

"Whoa, you're not actually suggesting we break into the tomb of the Four are you?" Yorick asked.

"Why not, we could find all manner of power within it" Kad'rai spoke.

"Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I'll have no part in this!"

"Why the sudden change of heart Yorick?" Kad'rai asked.

"I don't know the Khajiit believe about hounded dead, but we Nords, would never disturb a tomb such as this.

"Oh please, don't tell me you're going soft Yorick"

"I agree, I won't take part in the desecration of this place"

"You too Meris, oh come on, just picture the power awaiting us down there"

"I don't know about you Kad, but the dark elves view two of the Four scared, hell we even have a festival for them"

"Please tell me your no backing out Brem-Kal?"

"Sorry Kad, but something like this…it just isn't meant to be opened"

"Since when did you all have reservations about this, their dead, they don't need anything in the tomb"

"We won't do it Kad, end of discussion, besides there has to be a reason other than respect that made the Arch-Mage hide this from the rest of the collage"

"Bah, to Oblvion with the Arch-mage she's a fool, probably just afraid of what's in there-"

"A fool, am I?" All jumped at the sound of the Arch-Mages' voice.

"A-arch-Mage, we-we"

"Save it, Kad'rai. I know exactly what you were all doing; listen to your friends, this place should not be disturbed" Kad-rai shook in his boots, he could speak ill of the Arch-mage all he wanted but her raw magical power was undeniable.

"Arch-Mage Brelyna, How did you…"

"Find you; oh I knew about you stealing the book long before you even left the collage"

"But, if you knew, then why did you not stop us, before we set off?"

"Simple really I wanted to see just how many of you wanted to try to get in to the tomb; it seems as if my suspicions were right about you Kad'rai, guess I owe J'zargo a few coins" Kad'rai was surprised to hear J'zargo's name, he was one of the teachers at the college, as a matter of fact, he was the one who suggested going. Almost as if detecting his name being said, J'zargo seemingly appeared next to the Arch-Mage.

"You rang, Arch-Mage"

"Yes J'zargo, please help me escort these students back to the collage"

"My pleasure" Kad'rai then spoke.

"Wait, before we go back at least tell us how you knew the four?" Arch-Mage Brelyna seemed to reminisce for a few seconds, before she sighed.

"Very well I suppose you've earned that at the very least" she walked over to the Statues looking at each with a sense of joy and sadness.

"I was friends with the Four when they were alive…As a matter of fact one of them was a fellow student with me at the collage"

"What who, which one?"

"Bray, the other dark elf"

"You actually knew the four, but how, that must have been at least a hundred years ago" The Arch-Mage smiled.

"In the eyes of an elf a hundred years is near nothing" Kad'Rai was silenced remembering the long life spans near all Mer shared, but that didn't explain how J'zargo was still alive, unless he too was a hundred or so years old, even then he acted and looked as if he was only twenty, She rested her hand on the Statue of the Dark elf.

"Now that's enough of the history lesson time to go" There was a slight aw, as J'zargo lead the others away, only Meris and the Arch-Mage remained behind.

"Mother….was one of the four…my-"

"Silence, my dearest daughter, when the time is right you will know" She looked up at the four statues and turned to her daughter.

"Come child, time to go home"

Right then this here was just a little starter, set after the events of the main story, so hope you liked it we shall pick up next chapter with the four, who were plopped into the world of Skyrim. Anyways, hope you liked it and I'll see ya in the next chapter BYE!